An Awful End To A Beautiful Morning...

I want to be one of those frogs from Over the Garden Wall that tosses their fancy clothes and hibernates under the mud but instead I’m a dumb human with responsibilities and back pain

I hate that ppl know of me in real life. People know who I am and know me by name. And it’s so scary.

Yet I still like people and I still talk to people.

I’m so lonely

Another one…when I fail to put my feelings into words, I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that someone else puts it so well. I’m sad someone else knows the feeling but happy I’m not alone.

I don't like using my parents money. It makes me feel dirty. I thought it was because I care about them or something. But I recently realize it's because I dont want to be financially dependent on them than I already am.

When I ask them to buy me something, it feels like I'm giving them an excuse to treat me anyway they want.

When I was younger, I thought they way they treated me was the price of living since they pay for me, so I don't like taking their money now.

But recently, from talking to friends and family, I realize that I shouldnt be hesitant. I should just take their money--let them buy me accessories, food, jewelry, and clothes. I should think of it like compensation for losing my childhood, or compensation for the emotional trauma.

I can find joy and peace is seemingly “boring” moments

the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

😌✨

when everyone stopped wearing lockets that was when it all went downhill. nobody even carries pictures of their beloveds cut into the shape of a heart anymore

Sometimes I just want someone to care, to ask me if I’m ok without me trying to give hints... I gave up on doing that as well, they won’t ask even when I gave hints....

Maybe I’m just really good at acting, pretending...

I’m crying